Slam: A Bad Boy Romance (18 page)

'You know you don't have to, go stay some where else.'

'Ha! Yeah, I don't exactly have many options, that wouldn't involve me under cardboard, next to a smelly dumpster.' Rolling my eyes, a smirk tugged up towards my ear.

'You have another option.' Quinn raised his eyes to meet mine, the deep brown glazed over, his lips creeping up in a smile.

'Oh yeah, and where's that?' I asked playfully, tugging at the seam of his jacket.

'Do I really need to spell it out for you?'

Pausing, the realization set in. 'Oh, no. No, I couldn't.' Biting my lip, I shook my head in disagreement. 'My father would kill me.'

'Don't you realize this yet?' His fingers wrapped around my wrists, pulling me into his arms. His muscles embracing me tightly.

I thought I could have melted into him right there, my hand traced the hard ridges of his abs, his musk still strong from fucking me moments before. When I felt his finger trail my spine through my clothes, the hair on the back of my neck shot up.

His lips grazed the soft curve of my ear as he whispered.

'You're not his anymore. You're mine. You belong with me.' The delicate swirl of his tongue followed the lines of my throat. 'And that's where you'll stay.'

The thought made me gleam, glowing from head to toe, I smiled to myself while my muscles stretched long. A deep growling yawn rolled out of my throat.

Looking around the room, the door was partially cracked and the scent of burning bacon had started to filter in. I could hear the clank of metal coming from outside, the subtle roll of music beat quietly in the background.

Sitting up on my arms, I noticed a small picture propped up on his dresser. Sliding my legs free from the tangle of blankets, I crossed the room and picked it up.

It was definitely Quinn, though much younger, maybe eighteen? He was standing next to another boy, both had their arms wrapped around each others shoulders, huge smiles anchored across their faces.

They were standing in an arena, shirtless, bruises and red marks scattered across their bodies, hands wrapped in black tape, and both were holding high a large golden trophy.

He looks so happy here. Is this Rainee?

Suddenly a loud beeping rang through the apartment. Startled, the picture fell from my hand hitting the hard wood floor, shattering the glass.

Ah, shit!
I thought, quickly leaning down and grabbing it around the wood frame. Yanking on the door, I stepped into a small open living room.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Quinn said, waving an oven mitt rapidly at the smoke detector on the ceiling of the kitchen. “Thought I'd cook us some breakfast, but I forgot how bad I was at this.” He let out a gutteral laugh.

My lips rose instantly, the smile painted my cheeks, butterflies swarmed my belly. It was an incredible feeling to see this man, flailing an old torn mitt, his bare chest flexing eagerly to stop the loud buzzing.

“Well, I appreciate the thought.” Leaning into the door jam, I lifted the frame to my chest. “I, uh, accidentally broke this, sorry.” My lip peeled down to the side, wrinkles raised up on my forehead.

“Luckily, you look really sexy in my t-shirt, so I'll only make you pay me half for it.” He walked out of the kitchen carrying two plates. “Come sit.” He fell back onto the couch holding up the plate.

Climbing up beside him, I tucked my feet under my thighs. “Is this Rainee?” I asked, holding out the picture.

With a mouth full of toast, he shook his head yes. “That was our first big win. God, that was eight years ago, I looked good at seventeen, huh?” His words sloshed out between chewing.

Laughing loudly, I said, “full of yourself, huh?” Taking the plate he had prepared for me. “Thank you. You didn't have to do this.” I placed the dish on my thighs. “Scrambled eggs, one of my favorites.”

“And one of the easiest to cook. Fair warning, I can't promise it's good.” He winked as he lifted a piece of blackened bacon, crunching it between his teeth.

It was an amazing feeling, to be sitting so close to the first the person who had ever gone out of their way to do something nice for me.

My entire existence was spent around me doing what my father needed. Following his rules he laid out, working to fill his pockets, and striving to feel any sense of gratitude from him, or human feelings in general.

I had been a slave to his wishes, to his demands. We had been poor for so many years, I had no birthdays, no Christmas, nothing. When he finally started to get ahead with his fighting ring and the bar, I still gained nothing.

He paid me two dollars and change plus tips to work the bar, and I didn't even get to keep it all. My father made a mockery of what being a parent is all about.

Letting my head fall to Quinn's shoulder, my fingers danced gingerly across the muscles of his chest, outlining his ink. Walking down each hard ripple, I traced the trim of his blue shorts, his cock jumped underneath.

The shape firmed, his tip visible despite the barrier. “What? Are you ready for brunch now?” His hand squeezed my thigh, slinking up to the hidden, bare skin of my pussy.

“I was just snuggling, you're the one getting all excited.” I tapped the head of his cock and giggled. The thick muscle bounced as he shifted himself lower into the couch.

Spreading his legs apart, his length stood up, forcefully trying to break through. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, the cloth pulled tight around it, gently he stroked himself gyrating his hips. “Babe, I'm sitting here next to you, of course I'm excited. You drive me fucking crazy. I can't get enough of you.”

Quinn's finger dipped beneath my shirt, delicately he slid it up and down, spreading the wetness as he eased inside. My body shivered, pressing deeper, he teased my walls.

I wanted him to fuck me again, wanted to feel his cock press my swelling button. His touch was magic, a well trained art he had definitely picked up over the years.

A twinge of jealousy flooded my belly, thinking of him and what his past would look like. What amount of woman it had taken for him to know all the right areas to touch and kiss.

But that was in the past, it wasn't right now, it wasn't here.

Here, it was just Quinn and me.

Leaning in, his lips dabbed gentle kisses down my neck, each one touching my skin just barely enough to feel, yet my body quivered. Tingles crossed through each muscle, my eyes slowly closed, head tilted to the side.

I wanted to live in this moment, hold on to it for as long as possible.

Nothing in my life ever lasted.

Nothing that was worth wishing for anyway.

Quinn's hand gripped around my wrist, pulling it over to his thick erection. I ran my fingers over his shaft, pulling it free. Following the engorged veins, swelling with desire, I squeezed his cock hard. A wild grunt burned from inside him, Quinn's head fell back, his chest lifting rapidly, filling with air.

Slipping a second finger inside my silky pussy, I couldn't hold back, my hips rocked against his palm, forcing him in deeper. “Ahh, Quinn!” The words trickled out one letter at a time.

“You're so fucking wet, it's dripping down my wrist.” His tongue licked his lower lip, hand grabbing mine on his cock, quickening the pace.

Jerking him forcefully, his muscle throbbed against my palm, his hips lifting up to meet my hand. I watched his chest firm, his ribs flexing with need to inhale. Turning to meet my gaze, his eyes were glossy, sweat glistening across his forehead.

Quinn reached his hand up, fingers twining around my neck. With one fluent motion, he had me bent over the arm of his couch. Tearing my shirt up over my ass, his fingers still buried inside me.

A loud smack rang through the room, a searing sting quickly followed. “Fuck, look at that ass. It's perfect, doll.” Trying to free his fingers from my pussy, I squeezed around him tighter. I didn't want him to stop, I needed to feel his touch.

With a soft slurp, he was free, his warm digits glided over my stomach to my hip. Digging his nails in, he pushed me lower, my back arched, lifting my ass higher.

Turning my head to look over my shoulder I said, “Fuck me, Quinn.” Rolling my hips, the twist mimicked by my back side. My two mounds proudly on display, ready to feel him, all of him, as far in as my body would allow.

Gripping his cock, he slid the tip along my soaked entrance, I wanted him so fucking badly I tried to lean back, force him inside. I couldn't wait anymore, my body was buzzing with excitement, sparks crawled through my belly, he needed to fuck me now.

His tongue snapped against the roof of his mouth, tisking me. “Now, now, patience, love.”

“Stop teasing me.” The arch of my back deepened, my ass was up as I high as I could push it. “I need- Ahh! Quinn!” His cock thrust in hard before I could finish speaking.

His teeth bit down on my shoulder, dragging over my skin. His cock pounded into my wet pussy, splitting me open to my max. I could feel him in my belly, each thrust pushing deeper, his cock swelling as I squeezed around him, hungry for his dick. My body started to shake, tingles ran through my stomach, starting down low and shooting into my brain.

Quinn's fingers clenched so firmly around my hips I was sure there would be marks left after. His muscles tensed, cock throbbing inside my cunt. “I-I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't stop.” I mustered out between breaths.

Freeing one hand, he pressed my clit, rubbing it vigorously. That was all it took to send me into climax. My thighs shook, nipples hardened as they scraped the arm of the couch, everything around me went into slow motion.

Grasping the couch, my body went limp, head falling down to rest on my hands. I had melted like ice cream in the summer.

His thrust slowed, moaning softly, he pulled himself out, cock sliding between the cheeks of my ass, his warm cum oozing over my flesh.

Dropping back onto the couch, Quinn's hand fell across his forehead. “Wow, now that was better than breakfast.” A thin smile spread over his face, sweat beaded up over his chest.

Grinning, I twisted to pull my shirt off. “Hope you don't mind, but I'm using this for clean up.” Chuckling, I threw the shirt to the floor and climbed up onto his chest.

“Round two? Already? Damn, Cadence, you nympho.”

Slapping his bare skin I said, “Please, I think you have that backwards.”

Swirling my finger in small circles on his chest, a quiet ringing came from the stand near the doorway. Perking my head up, I realized it was my phone.

“Fuck, I bet I know who that is.” Standing in my birthday suit, Quinn's eyes lit up.

“Take as long as you need to walk there, I don't mind the view.”

Picking up my purse, I sifted through the jumbled inside, digging around till I finally felt the hard case. The screen was lit up, 'Dad' glowing across the front. “Yup, I knew it.”

“Don't answer.” Quinn had rolled onto his arm, brow raised.

My head dipped down towards my shoulder. “He's pissed, I'm sure of it.”

“So, what are you going to do? Let him be pissed, you are a big girl now.”

Clicking reject, I dropped it back inside. “What time is it?”

“Eleven-thirty, why? Need to be some where?” His teeth gleamed through his lips. “Because I think you being here, is exactly where you belong.”

I knew I was walking a fine line. Staying here, with the man who had come in and swept me off my feet, and ignoring the man who had once held me clasped inside his in hand, answering to his every demand.

The strings that had held me close, dangled above my head, and used to move me like a marionette; were severed.

I wasn't his puppet anymore.

Crossing the room, the sun broke through the blinds, hitting Quinn's chest. His tattoos streamed, the black details shaping his muscles, molding the contours of each crest. Small splashes of color were speckled across the paintings on his body.

He was a sight, a god forsaken, piece of art laid up on that couch. Bending his arm, the massive muscle rolled into a mound, his stomach was a wave of ripples, dancing as he pushed himself up.

And when he looked at me, it wasn't just lust I saw behind his stare. He had one trait that my life had lacked- He cared.

For once, things felt right.

Quinn

S
tanding outside the entrance, Cadence wrapped her fingers into mine. We stood side by side, her small face looking up, eyes as large as the sun. Her hands trembled inside my grip. The shaking was so intense, it worked its way up my arm.

My stomach was a giant ball of knots and heavy chains. The thumping inside my chest rang so loudly, the world around me was on mute.

I was ready; ready to cement my claim on her. This was it, I was about to end a long nightmare for the woman who breathed life back into my veins.

Was I nervous? Yes, but not for me, or my fate inside the ring.

It was for Cadence.

We had spent the last two days together. She rejected all her father's calls, and was finally able to taste the gratifying sensation of exemption. I don't think she stopped smiling till this very moment, when we stood hip to hip waiting for Dizz to open the door.

She was about to face the one person who she had betrayed, the one person who had kept her on a leash, and if I failed...

I won't fail.

Her time here, with this life, it's over.

I'm finishing this.

My lips were closed blade thin, but beneath my mask of calmness, my teeth ground down against each other. Rage filled my head and bled into my eyes.

The door squeaked open, the rusty hinges trying to hold the wall in place, keeping it sealed from the outside world. The musky scent of moldy wood and corroding metal permeated the dense air.

“Thanks, Dizz,” Cadence said, her tone grave and gloomy. Stepping through the threshold, her shoulders slumped forward. “You don't have to do this.”

“Yes, I do.” She had barely finished her sentence before I answered. “I'm ending this, Cadence.”

“But we have no idea what he has planned, Quinn. Maybe... Maybe you should just-”

“I know what he plans to do, I'm not letting it happen. No fucking way.”